This isn't just Science Projects & Energy Drinks

I remember a few years back for our Science Project me & my friend were going to compare energy drinks to see which was the best. Five of us gathered at my friends house. There was five types of energy drinks and five people. Each person would get a drink and keep a log of the effects. At least that's what we had planned. One thing lead to another and we ended up pouring all the drinks into a large red bowl. We passed it around taking gulps of the concoction. Needless to say it was disgusting, yet none of us stopped drinking; we even made more. We began racing through the neighborhood, climbing trees, sneaking into our old elementary school and climbed onto the roof, we even tried to chase cars but that didn't really work out. I remember feeling a rush. And my heartbeat. It was beating so fast. I thought I could feel my blood rushing through my viens faster and faster. It scared me, but I was having fun. It started getting dark out so we raced back to my friends house & made more "punch" as we called it. We didn't drink much of it this time. We all felt nauseous. I laid on her cold wood floor trying to relax but I just wanted to barf. When my mom picked me up she asked how the project was going. I thought and said "It's making progress."
When I got home I felt the "punch" wearing off. I became jittery, I refused to eat for fear of vomiting, & my hands and legs were trembling. I was afraid to walk or even stand because my legs were so unstable. Then I thought back to how this all started. We had the best intentions.
I think that's what defines us, me & my friends. We have the best intentions. We intend to do good, try our best, and get things accomplished. But then things happen and we don't realize what we're doing, or if it's right or wrong, or the effects it'll have. We get carried away in the moment and before we know it we're on the cold bathroom floor trying not to vomit. And this isn't just Science Projects and Energy Drinks. We do things like this all the time.
Good intentions aren't good enough. The follow through. That's what we're missing. That's what we need. The follow through.

Dear Bunny Rabbit

Dear Bunny Rabbit,
As you sit there eating that carrot
My canabalistic ways make me want to eat you
But I'm making tea, so it'll have to wait.
Goodbye for now Bunny Rabbit.

When someone dies.

Yesterday I spent my day with friends. I felt great. Amazing. On my way home I looked out the window to the midnight purple sky and thought "How nice." I felt the pressure of school lift away and the carelessness of summer flood into me. And I smiled.
I was lying under the covers of my bed. My smile stitched upon my face. Then my phone lit up my pitch dark room. I rolled over and reached for my phone. Still horizontal on my bed I opened the message. I saw it was a forward, but decieded to read it any ways. I quickly sat up half way through the message. My smile unstitched. All I could utter was "Fuck."
I began to question the message. It couldn't be true. I quickly began to message the only person I would believe the news from. She confirmed my fears. He's dead. He drowned.
I defiantly began to forward the message. I paused briefly before pressing send, thinking "if I don't send it, it won't be true." But it was. It is. So I pressed send.
I cried openly. Not holding back a single tear, knowing in time, in public, I would have to be strong. Strong and tearless. And once again, as times before, I asked myself: What do I do now? Everything. Nothing. Anything. I'm not so sure anymore.
I've learned many lessons through out my life, though it's not very long. One thing I haven't learned yet is; What do you do when someone dies?

Breathe.
That's the best answer I have so far.
Breathe.

I am

I am Legend
I am one with no end
I am King
I am the butterfly wing
I am Glory
I am the too strong furry
I am God sent
I am the mornings rosey scent

My Beloved Runaway

I think of you
And why your gone
Everything spins on and on
My beloved runaway
How I would love to hear you say:
"Run away with me today"

Bunny Rabbit (a poem)

Bunny Rabbit
Bunny Rabbit
Oh Bunny Rabbit dear
Come away from that deep dark forest
Those eerie vexed woods
Come to me
I shall keep you safe
Keep you near and dear
So step out from the trees shadow
They only keep you hidden
Come out to the moonlights rays
Hide no longer in that darkened haze
Do not fear
I shall keep you safe

I hum myself to sleep

I get home and it's late. I open the door and accidentally stumble on a Troll and almost fall. I'd apoligize but I wouldn't want to embarrass him any further. I try to collect myself before taking another step. I see my mom stareing at me. I can tell she thought I was already home. I can tell she wants to scream and ask me where I've been, but she won't. She won't let me know how clueless she is about my"after school activities" as she likes to call them. I walk past her and feel her eyes follow me across the room. Her stare feels like the stare of a hungry dragon deciding whether to protect or eat it's child. I walk into the kitchen and the Fairies open the fridge. I stare into it. After a few minutes I realize she has followed me into the kitchen. I look over at her. "Hungry?" she asks me in such a gentle voice, I wonder if she always sounds this way at night; delicate like a Fary Princess. I nod to answer her question. She hands me two cold Pop Tarts. As I touch them I feel their cold. I give her a smile and leave to my room. I close my door behind me, but don't lock it. I leave the lights off and open the balcony doors so they can all come in (The Creatures). They don't like the name "Creatures" they say it misreprisents them. I still don't have another name for them. I start walking towards my bed when I hear the door open. My moms walking through my doorway. This is the Fairies doing. I see them pushing and pulling her towards me. " I feel like we should talk." her voice quivers. I want to tell her we don't have to talk. It's just the Fairies, but they won't leave if we don't talk. So we talk. "How do you feel?" this time her voice is strong. I don't know how to answer this question, so I think. The Nymphs that crowd my head seem to clear out. The cloudy, hazy feeling I've carried around for years lifts away. I try to explain this and the Nymphs to her. She smiles and says goodnight. The Fairies try to grab her but she closes the door too soon. They throw a little hissy fit and throw some of my things around. I smile. It's always amusing when they don't get their way. I turn to my half eaten Pop Tart and see a Harpy reaching for it. It's already eaten one of them. I take a bite and give it the rest. I peel of my shoes and lay on top of my dense covers, the rest of my clothes still on. I hum myself to sleep.